Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm shit up like never before

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort

If you ask me, what it's all about, say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not sellin'
Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

is life? Life is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote rhyme for you
You not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I gonna live till next
Will I get shot by a fiend
Tryin' to get high, to steal my ring

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand when I want my

You can't deny it, you know I'm
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and you over
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never one word you said
But you're up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it to game, you are lame

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the head just it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and roll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the home doin' time in the pen
rock this beat for you once again

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
Big bank, now just make me
bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I don't
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby sure ain't fake

But the MC's are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you a freak

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
out my style